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Padam padam! Where s the track of the drum?
So you say you re the king, but where s your kingdom?
This is my first album of the millennium
I got to work some to sell it platinum
Daisies are bright yellow... I m talking like Othello
Open up the microphone
Cause you don t wanna miss this, check the statistics
This might be a mystical lyrical bliss
Hulabaloo, peekaboo, you! What can you do?
I m using my microphone voodoo
When I hit the mic you feel pain
Pump up the volume and go insane
Hey, I don t wanna raise no war senor,
except the Karate plus on the Commodore 64
You wanna try my rhyme galore?
I give you metaphor from Helsinki to Singapore

Chorus:
If you think that getting this easy, fly away, fly away
If you think that getting this easy, fly away cause I can t help you
So you say you re the king
You pick the mic but you don t say nothing

Back, back to the track yo combaya, my lord
I m using my word as a sword
Hold my mic like a torch in the dark
And out come the wolves, like dogs they bark
If the locomotion makes you sway like the ocean
and you need some more, ask from the TJ s promotion
S.O.S., I come from Loch Ness
and you d rather be at home with your mom playing chess
Hiphop hurricane ready for the campaign
to break the chains of your brains in this last red minute
Show me are you in it, are you part of the crew?
One, two, a pump it up, one, two
911 a mayday, a mayday!
I think this game was too hard for you to play
Say what? So you think you deserve another chance?
Fine by me, but one condition: you got to dance

One, two, a pump it up, one, two

Eres un canción
Escrita por las manos de Dios
No me malinterpretes
Aunque lo que digo suene extraño
Pero eres el dueño del lugar
Donde se esconden todos mis pensamientos
Y justo debajo de tus ropas
Es donde los encuentro

Debajo de tu ropa
Hay una historia interminable
Está...

Fade me out I m wasting precious time,
Let me go I need to charge my mind,
Put me out Im burning precious time,
Let me go I need to rest my eyes.

This effort is futile, it won t let me go.
My effort is futile, it won t let me go.
My...

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Why do you decide to run these circles bruised Around my thighs?
Sleepless nights the bleeding clots
Why your eyes en capture my thoughts?
Staring at, smirking at my ways
Lying down I whisper you can stay
Why can t everything just go my way?...

What colour is your army, is it red or is it green?
Is it full of fundamentalists with loaded magazines?
Or are you preaching charity from fancy limousines?
I ve lost the plot...

What colour is your flag today? it changes every year
Does...